His Lips

EPISODE 2

I simply stand there, awestruck and full to the brim with fear, my body tensing as his parents stand up and and help him stand. I blush, afraid, when his mother eyes me with such an angry gaze. His green eyes suddenly open, and he looks at me. I can't quite figure out his expression, so I just stand there. 

"Apologize," I hear my mother tremble, her voice barely a whisper. I nod, clearing my throat, stepping towards the menacing crowd of 3. 

"Please, sir, forgive me—"

"Do not use formalities, as you just slapped my son!" His mother screeches. Her name is Anastasia, and her name makes me a bit... Scared. Next to her, is Henry. I gulp. "How dare you!" She says, her voice full with anger. 

"I'm so sorry!" I beg, fearing they will cut of this marriage and Jason won't be saved... "I didn't mean to, he was going to kiss me—" Again, I am interrupted, but this time not by her voice, but by her hand as she slaps my face. 

SMACK!

I gasp, tears beginning to form. 

"Don't act like he was forcing you, you wh*re! You just slapped him because you wanted to be the victim! I clearly saw how you were seducing him!"

I gasp, hearing her words, tears falling. "I did not! He was the one wanting to kiss me!" Before she could even touch me, her husband, Henry, spoke up.

"Anastasia, please act with decorum." I watch as Anastasia visibly shrinks down, eventually calming down. "Listen, you two are both women, and as women you should know to respect your boundaries but also be courteous to your man," he eyes me as he says this, and I also shrink down. "However, in this case, I believe Rose had all the right to slap Calvin. He was acting without any decorum, kissing his wife on day one? Anywho, what I'm trying to say is that I am on Rose's side," he concludes, and I feel a bang of pride in me. 

I saw how Anastasia shrank beneath him, so I assume Henry holds the family. So if he is on my side, won't that mean I'm safe?

Calvin groans, and sits up. "Ah, hell," he groans, touching his cheek. 

"God, I barely even touched you," I murmur, as I wince when I touch my own cheek. I clear my throat, lending Calvin a hand. "I'm so sorry, Calvin. I should've acted with more decorum!" I say, copying Henry's words. I hear him chuckle in approval. Hey, maybe he isn't as bad as I thought. Unlike Mom and Son...

"Yes, as I should have myself," he says, wincing as he takes in his father's displeased stare. "I'm very sorry I overstepped our boundaries, I simply thought it would be funny to intimidate you!"

"Excuse me?" I answer, offended. Intimidate me? What a bastard!

"Trying to kiss me without my consent is hardly any fun, it's actually harrasmemt!" Henry looks curious, Anastasia rolls her eyes, and Calvin simply shrugs. I sigh, barely waving before walking to my parents. They immediately reproach me with questions, so I tell them everything. 

"Well that boy deserved more than one slap!" Dad says. 

"No! What Rose did is unacceptable! She is married to him, she should be happy! Who wouldn't give to be married to a handsome billionaire? Be grateful, Rose. You should've accepted, you two are man and wife! Mrs. Anastasia was right on hitting you!" 

"Don't talk to me like that!" I say, my voice elevating. 

"I am your mother, young lady! May that slap remind you of your mistake!"

"I hate you!" I scream, attracting everyone's attention, so thank God there's not any unfamiliar people. I storm off into my room, or, our room now. Good thing I had a tour of this home before marriage. I step into the large room, throwing myself on the bed and sobbing. I can't control myself. Everyone hates me, they want me to let a boy control me and all of this because of Jason's illness! Oh, god, why did his illness ever come to be?! 

"Please..." I cry, my whispers echoing against the walls. "Make it stop... I don't want to be married to him!" 

"You really feel that way?" I almost let out a scream as I hear the voice. I turn around and in between tears see Calvin. Oh dear, he heard me. 

"N-no, of course not!" I say, wiping my tears and remembering why I'm even here in the first place. He sighs, plopping next to me on the bed. Uninvited! Then again, he does own everything...

"Then why did you say such things?" He says, smiling a little. 

"I didn't say anything, really," I say, turning away. He chuckles. 

"Sorry I tried kissing you. I just thought..."

"Thought what? That you could dominate me like any girl?" I protest, suddenly angry. 

"N-no!" He gasps. "I just thought that you liked me, is all!"

"Liked you?!" I blurted out, immediately covering my mouth. "I'm sorry!" I say, scooting farther away from him. He sighs, but holds his tight smile. 

"It's quite alright, dear. It's just that, I expected all woman entering being head over heels for me!" I open my mouth to protest, but shut it when I see the serious and concerned expression he wears. "I thought everyone sincerely loved me, not just my money."

"I thought you weren't that naive, you being a billionaire and all," I reproach. 

"I am naive, dear. I am so naive that I thought you actually—" he pauses, catching his breath, and making eye contact with me. We hold it. "—loved me."

He seems heartbroken, and I can't help but feel sad and sorry for him. He doesn't need my pity, but still, I feel it. Or, maybe that just isn't it. The look in his green eyes is so precious, the way his lips form a sad pout, how his arms are stretched out, almost inviting. 

Without thinking, I kiss him. 

He seems shocked at first, and pulls away. "But you just said—!"

"Shh..." I say, as he pulls back in. The taste of his lips is incredible, and for a moment I believe I am dreaming. The way he moves by my lips, the way his tongue explores every inch of my mouth, the way his hot and wet lips move, desiring for more...